My Dad raised bird dogs while my brothers and I were growing up in East Tennessee.
In the field, quiet, with his dogs - that was the closest thing to heaven.
The photo I did this painting from was taken the last time he and I ran the dogs together. I’m still uncertain as to why I had a camera with me that day. But I’m thankful I did.
He died a few short years later.
On that still, autumn afternoon we had no idea we were making a memory that would last a lifetime. A comfort to cling to when memories are all we have.
I can still recall the feeling of that day.
I don’t remember a lot of words.
I just remember being together.
Time is a gift from God.
Moments are pieces of that time.
Some moments become treasures.